"Yes and then those SEALS sell the op for movie rights in a few years," she replied dismissively. "And if they screw up and die, suddenly we get a lot of angry lip service about the poor use of 'our boys'." Amanda drummed her fingers and brought up another screen, checking in that their perimeter was sound and no one saw anything coming into to cut Team X. Eiling was still singing his old tune and she sighed in boredom. "Let's say we act like cowboys and execute the League. And the next alien bug-horde comes in and puts all our necks on the curbs because napalm makes them ticklish." She looked over at the General and shook her head. "I would rather they do the heavy lifting as long we can flick the switch whenever. Like I can with Circe and the Squad."